She seemed not to care whether Xu Zhi truly remembered or was pretending not to. She was almost overly open-minded about it.
If it were Xu Zhi herself, setting aside the fact that she would never randomly bring a severely injured, unconscious person home, even if she did, and that person claimed amnesia, she would definitely find a way to test whether it was real or fake.
But the woman before her was simply... strange!
Still, Xu Zhi did not sense any malice from her. Even when Xu Zhi did not answer immediately, the woman merely patiently wrung out the towel, wiped the cold sweat from Xu Zhi's forehead, then flipped it over and placed it back over her still-burning brow.
Such patience and thoughtfulness made Xu Zhi sense something unusual. She could hear rain pattering against the roof and the rumble of the industrial district. She knew that what she needed most right now was a place to shelter. Though she did not know whether the woman was telling the truth or what her intentions were, she seemed to have no choice.
So Xu Zhi struggled to say, "I'll stay."
At that, a somewhat complicated smile appeared on the woman's face. She seemed relieved that Xu Zhi was willing to stay, yet also seemed to foresee that taking on such a burden would make her life even harder from now on.
But none of that mattered.
She said, "When the rain lets up a little, I'll take you to a clinic. You're still running a fever. Oh, right."
As though remembering something, she took out an object the size of a pinky finger and held it out to Xu Zhi. "I found this on you while I was washing you."
A familiar presence emanated from the tiny object. Xu